Date: Wed, 20 May 2020 01:07:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Jockbros Jockbros Subject: Jockboy adventures - Rocky chapter 5 Hey guys - hope you're liking the story so far. This is as far as I've gotten for now... it's a long one. I think I've got a few more stories to tell with Rocky before we move on to a new point-of-view jockboy. Send me an email, let me know what you think - open to suggestions, too. And if you had life changing locker room experiences when you were in middle school (like I did), I wanna hear all about it. And remember - nifty depends on donations, so if you like reading here, contribute if you can at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Rocky Chapter 5: Sleepover at Zach and Paul's The idea that my Dad had jerked off in the locker room with some of the other guys kept me hard all week. Plus one of the guys had been Paul - Zach's dad and one of the manliest guys on the team - and I couldn't keep my hands off my dick. I wondered how it started that night, if it had happened before, if it was a regular occurrence. I wondered what Dad and Paul looked like fully hard, how they stroked their cocks, if they watched each other, if they talked while they rubbed their dongs, what they looked like when they came, if they all shot their loads into their jocks....so many details left to my imagination. I hoped it was a regular thing, and I hoped I'd get to witness it sometime! I wouldn't get to catch my Dad jerking off the next week though; he was going with my mom to some award gala out of town. So I was staying with Zach and Paul Saturday afternoon through Sunday afternoon. It was just the two of them at their house - Zach's mom had moved out years ago and his older brother Josh was away at prep school playing hockey. Paul answered the door shirtless, and gave a wave to my Dad as he backed out of the driveway. I lugged my gearbag in past Paul and saw Zach, wearing gym shorts and no shirt like his Dad.. The house definitely had a male energy - it was nice, but no frills and nothing too fancy. I set down my bag, took off my coat and boots, and chatted with Zach and Paul a bit. "Hey, hope you don't mind sport, we don't wear any more clothes than we have to around here," Paul said. "The less laundry we have to do, the better, haha." \ "Totally fine by me - I'll join you!" I replied as I stripped off my shirt. "Just wish I'd brought a pair of shorts too, instead of just these jeans." "Aw Zach can loan you a pair," Paul said, "right son?" "Sure Dad!" Zach was quick to exclaim. "Or we can all chill in just our skivvies. To be honest, that's what we'd usually be wearing on the weekend, hehe" "Haha, even better" I said as I continued stripping off my jeans, "feel like we're in the locker room." Paul and Zach tugged their gym shorts down revealing tighty whities just like I had on. Paul chucked his shorts at Zach's head and they both laughed. "Yeah, our house is basically like one big locker room," Zach said as we all settled in to their big sectional couch to watch some TV. "Especially when Josh is home." It did definitely seem like an extension of the locker room - here we were, totally relaxed watching TV in our undies, not self conscious in the least. The house smelled like dudes - feet and pits and balls - and all three of us seemed to be just fine with it. I loved hanging out with them like this. Just us guys. Getting a good long look at Paul's furry thick Dadbod and watching him just revel in his manliness. At one point he put on hand behind his head, and I could smell his hairy pit scent wafting towards me. A little while later he dozed off a bit with his hand tucked into the front waistband of his briefs. Zach and I went to his room to play some video games. Zach and Josh shared a room when Josh was home, so he had a bunk bed. The bottom bed doubled as a kind of couch where we sat to play. Laundry and sports gear was scattered around the room. Zach's jock was hanging on the back of his desk chair. My mom was always spraying febreeze in my room, but it was clear from the scent that no one was doing that in Zach's room. Didn't bother me, though...in fact I kind of liked it. As we played, we also rough housed a bit when one of us beat the other. We had both broken a sweat - they kept it pretty warm in their locker room house - and I could smell my own familiar BO along with Zach's slightly different scent. Zach must have noticed too, because he started trying to get me in a headlock with my face in his pit, so then I was trying to do the same to him. I guess we got pretty rowdy, because that's how Paul found us - attempting to put our armpits in each others' faces. I thought he was going to be mad, but instead he smiled, grabbed Zach and said, "You think you smell? Here's a REAL man's arm pit for you! hahaha!" jamming Zachs' whole head into his hairy cavernous put. I laughed along, but then I was next! "You think that's funny? You must want some too!" Paul hollered as he grabbed me and forced me into his other pit. It was hot and wet and dark and smelled amazing. Eventually we both broke free and Paul asked us if we were ready for dinner. We were, so he said he'd order pizzas for us. "You gonna do the dare?" Paul asked Zach. "I think Rocky should do the dare," Zach replied. I looked at them quizzically. "We do a lot of dumb dares around here," Paul said with a laugh. "One of them is that one of us, or Josh when he's home, will dare someone else to answer the door for the pizza guy in just their tighty whities." "Ha! That's hilarious," I said, totally game for it. "Yeah, it is," Zach said, "but are you man enough to do it?" "Sure," I said, without any hesitation. "Haha, attaboy, Rocky!" Paul said as he clapped me on the back. At that point I really needed to pee - all the Mountain Dews and horsing around had my tank at full. Paul pointed me towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. As I stepped towards it I noticed the door was leaning against the wall. It had been knocked off its hinges. "Oh yeah - don't mind the door...it hasn't recovered yet from some wrestling the last time Josh was home." I shouldn't have been surprised - Paul took a dump buck naked with the whole team around after every game; why would he care about privacy in his own house? I just laughed as I walked through the open door frame and tucked the waistband of my briefs under my balls. I started pissing, and then realized that I would probably have to poop at some point while I was here. Oh well, I'd done it once in the locker room, I could do it here. And then I thought about how often I jerked off on the can at home, and felt sorry for Zach that he didn't have that option. Zach followed shortly behind me, stepped up to the side of the bowl, pulled his briefs down to mid thigh and started pissing too. "Man that Mountain Dew makes me piss," he said. While we had pissed together into the trough in the locker room a ton of times, and the one time in the showers, it was cool to be standing almost face to face. "I'd say we should cross streams and have a sword fight, but Dad got mad the last time Josh and I did that," Zach went on. "I mean I understand - we basically got piss all over the place haha." "Haha yeah I bet," I replied. "Guess it's better to save that kind of thing for the showers haha." "Yeah," Zach agreed, "or outdoors." We finished up. I shook my dick to get the final drops off, but Zach used more of a stroking motion. I had never seen him do this before, so I said "You shakin it off, or jacking it?" with a laugh. "Gotta get those last few drops out, bro," Zach replied. "Sure sure," I said, thought it definitely looked like Zach's dick was growing as he stroked it. "Though I can't say it doesn't feel good too" he said as he looked at me mischievously. "You know what I mean bro." It wasn't a question. He stopped stroking it, but didn't make any move to pull his briefs up. It was obviously no big deal that his bare ass was visible to the rest of the house through the open door frame. His dick was definitely chubbed up a bit, sticking out at a low angle instead of resting against his balls. I could feel the blood start pumping to my own meat. Zach and I bad seen each other naked plenty of times, but now we were basically staring at each other. "You've got more pubes than most of the guys in my grade," Zach said to me. "Really? Wow, cool. You've got way more than I do, though," I said. It was true - Zach had a wider patch of pubes, and they were longer, deeper, and fuller than mine. "I figured all the eighth graders were like you." "No way man, I'm the exception," Zach said. "You've seen my Dad - Josh and I are destined to be furry beasts like him. I was nervous about how hairy I was getting because none of my buddies were, but then Josh told me it was cool and I should be proud of it. Josh was self conscious about it when he was younger, I guess too, and Dad told him that being more of a man than all his buddies was nothing to be ashamed of." "Yeah, haha, guess not. I like my pubes and my hairy pits, but I'm excited to get more hair. Am I really ahead of guys on the lacrosse team? Have you seen all their pubes?" I asked. "Ha!" Zach exclaimed. "What pubes? Half the guys in 8th grade still don't even have any. The other half are all still way behind me. I'm hairier than all the 9th graders, and you're definitely ahead of some of them too." "Oh shit, really?" I couldn't believe it. "Sweet." During all this talk about our pubes, we were both running our fingers through our growing bushes. That combined with the ego boost of hearing I was more mature than most was helping my dick catch up to Zach's semiboner. "Yeah, it is. Cause also the guys with more hair always have bigger dicks too," Zach said. "Oh really?" I was very curious about this. "Yeah, it's easy to tell in the locker room that the guys without pubes have tiny boydicks. They try to change as quick as possible in the locker room, but you can still tell. Its usually just the ten or twelve guys with pubes that will shower after. We were all bragging about the size of our dicks one day, so we all got ourselves hard to see who was the biggest. It was almost exact that the guys with the most hair also had the biggest boners." "So you were the biggest?" I asked as my dick continued to rise. "Almost," Zach said, "Mac had me beat. He's not as hairy as me, but he's black and I guess black guys have bigger dongs. That's what he said, and I asked Josh and he said it was true. How big is yours?" "uhh..." I wasn't sure how to respond. "This big?" I said, looking down at my almost fully hard member. "You've never measured it?" Zach asked incredulously. "....no?" I hadn't known I was supposed to. "Well come on, let's see then," Zach said as he stuffed his semi into his briefs and flushed the toilet. I followed him back to his room. He went to his desk, grabbed a ruler and sat down on the bed/sofa. I sat down next to him. "All right man, get it good and hard." "Right now?" I said, very aware that Zach had left his bedroom door open. "Yeah come on, we gotta find out. Here, I'll do mine too." Zach set the ruler down next to him, whipped out his dick and balls and started stroking it. "Okay man," I tried to sound reluctant to hide my excitement. I couldn't believe this was happening - it was beyond awesome. I pulled my briefs down under my nuts and grabbed my cock. We looked at each other and just started laughing. After a few minutes Zach asked if I was ready. It was good timing, because if i had kept going I probably would have shot my load. He hopped up, pulling his briefs down to his knees again, and took the ruler. He buried the end in his pubes and measured along the top of his dick. "Fuck yeah! I made it to six inches!" he hollered, handing me the ruler. "So where do I put it?" I asked. Zach guided the end of it into my pubes, grazing some of my hair with his hand. The ease and nonchalance with which he did this was cool. It was a little trickier to measure mine - Zach's boner stuck out straight level, but mine pointed up higher. I had to kind of pull it down some while Zach read the measurement. "Five and a half! Nice bro," Zach said as he gave me a high five. "That might be even bigger than I was last year. And then with those ridiculous nuts, you're gonna have an awesome package." "Yeah, I guess so. I got used to seeing all the guys on the team with their big dongs and I thought I was small...this is awesome." "Don't worry about it buddy, you're doing just fine. No wonder you need your Dad's cup, haha." I laughed along with Zach. "That's pretty cool though man, getting to wear your Dad's cup. His nut protector, protecting your nuts now. Wish I could wear my Dad's." "What's that?" Paul said as he stuck his head in the door way. "Oho! What's going on here boys?" he asked when he caught sight of our tighty whities around our knees and our boners. I was pretty embarrassed, but Zach was unfazed. He made no move to pull his underwear up, and said "We were just measuring our dicks." "And?!" Paul wasn't mad at all - he seemed genuinely interested and excited. "Six for me, and five and a half for Rocky," Zach said. "Nice! You guys are really turning into men," Paul complimented us. "Yeah Dad, we're getting there...I hope I catch up to you and Josh," Zach said. "Oh yeah? I bet you will. But I think you got a while before you get there,:" Paul said. "Dad and Josh are both eight inches" Zach informed me. "Wow, nice," I said in awe. I though I had seen Paul fully hard, but now it sounded like it actually got bigger than what I'd seen. "You'll probably get there too, Rocky," Paul said. "That's about what your Dad is packing too." He must have read my surprise on my face. "Oh buddy, sorry. Did you not know? I sometimes forget not everybody is as open as we are about that kind of thing, haha." "No, it's cool," I said. "I had wondered but I thought it would be weird to ask him. I figured that would probably tell me about how big mine was gonna get." "Yeah bud, true. Well you never know, tho-" Paul was cut off by the doorbell ringing. "Oh shit, the pizza! You ready dude?" he asked me. I looked down at my full throbbing boner, Zach and Paul did too, and we all just laughed. "Uhhh, sure, haha" I said as I tucked my cock sideways into my briefs. "Oh damn - not only is he doing the pizza dare on the first time here but he's doing it with a hard on!" Zach couldn't contain his excitement, and had trouble getting his briefs back up over his teenage knob. "Just a minute!" Paul hollered to the pizza guy. "Here's the money. Give him five back for a tip," he said as he handed me the cash and pushed me towards the door with a smack on the ass. The pizza guy was probably a college student, and he didn't see too surprised when I opened the door in just my tighty whities. I did what Paul had told me to and returned to the kitchen table with the food. Paul and Zach cheered for me and gave me some pats on the back. We ate our pizza, our boners calmed down, and it was time to leave for the rink. I don't know if it was the time I had spent with Zach and Paul, what Zach had told me about my physical development, or just that my Dad wasn't there, but I definitely felt a new level of swagger in the locker room. I got naked right away, and stayed naked for a while. Walked to take a leak buck naked, came back and sat my bare ass on the bench for a while, enjoyed watching the other guys act similarly. "You got blue balls too?" Zach asked me. I had no idea what he meant. "You know, that achy feeling in your nuts when you've been hard but didn't cum?" "Ohhh yeah man, now that you mention it, my nuts do feel a little sore," I replied. "Yeah. Sucks that we have to wait until we get home to blow a load, huh?" Zach said. "Yeah!" I couldn't keep the excitement out of my voice, and I started to get hard again right then. After the game, I could tell Zach was feeling excited and just about as good as me. We were both sporting semi boners as we undressed that came up to full hardness as we walked naked to take a piss at the trough. There was Paul, taking his shameless buck naked post game dump. "Damn boys, looks like I'm having a flashback! That's the second time I've seen those boy cocks at full mast today haha!" I was proud that none of us, including me, seemed to have any shred of embarassment at our situations. "Yeah Dad," Zach said, "I think Rocky and I have both been chubbed and blue balled all game. We didn't get to finish things off before dinner, ya know?" "Ah yeah! haha, I'm surprised you guys didn't sneak in here during the first period to pound one out - that's what I would've done," Paul said as he watched me gently rub my nuts, trying to get my stream started. "Hard to piss through a boner, huh?" "Yeah," I laughed, "at least I don't have to try to point it down into a toilet though." "Gotta really push through it," Zach grunted through gritted teeth as he finally started peeing. Hearing or seeing that must've helped, because mine started flowing as well. Although for both of us, it was like a fire hose, under high pressure from our boners. We were each splashing back on ourselves, so we took a step back, and then Zach started aiming over towards me so it would splash off he back onto me. I returned the favor and we were both laughing, and Paul was even laughing along with us. "Hey Hey!" someone behind us scolded. I was worried we were in trouble until I looked over my shoulder to see Scott, bareass naked and smiling. "How dare you guys have a swordfight with out me?" We all laughed and agreed we'd let him know next time. As we were finishing up, Scott stepped up to the end of the trough opposite from Paul. "Oh damn, nothing like a boner to give you a little extra distance and pressure, huh? Nice, boys. Bet you'll be taking care of those asap." Zach and I looked at each other with shit eating grins and laughed in agreement. We took our teen boners to the shower room, and grabbed shower heads near Erik and Jay. They started razzing us immediately, "WHOA serious high sticking from the puck boys over here!" We all laughed as a lot of the guys in the showers looked over and made some comment or other. "Better be careful washing those bad boys or you're gonna explode," Jay said, quieter so just the four of us could hear. "That is...if you can. You guys shooting loads yet?" "Of course they are - look at the pubes on these little studs, bro!" Erik was quick to our defense. "But yeah guys...I remember having a stiffy 24-7 when I was your age," Erik volunteered. "You still do!" Jay retorted. "Look, you're almost hard again now haha." We all laughed because it was true. Jay and Erik were both sporting semis that were already the size of our fully hard dicks. "Rocky's got his Dad's big nuts, wonder if he shoots a massive load like the old man, too?" Erik said to Jay, almost like I wasn't even there. For my part, I couldn't believe they had both seen my Dad blow his load...I had all new things to imagine now. Seemed funny that I was learning so much about my Dad the week he wasn't there. "You're still a little young," Jay said to me, "but I bet you'll be pumping out ridiculous loads soon...those fat Baker nuts just fucking churn it out haha. Sorry kid if that's weird to hear, but you should be proud of your old man. He shoots so much jizz..." "All right Jay, I'm not sure how much more Rocky wants to hear about his Dad's jack off capabilities," Paul said sternly as he stepped up to the next shower. But then he dropped the pretense and said with a smile "...but I've never seen a man shoot so much cum. Live or in porn or anywhere. You've never caught him stroking it at home?" I shook my head and shrugged. It had never happened, but now I sure wanted it to! Paul continued: "Gosh for the number of times the three of us" - he nodded at Zach, so I assumed the third person he was referring to was Josh- "have caught each other, I'm surprised." Paul and Zach laughed knowingly. It made sense with their no privacy, no shame, locker room kind of house. "I'm sure you guys have caught each other a ton too," Paul said to Erik and Jay. They both laughed. Jay spoke first: "Yeah, when we first moved in to the apartment, Erik was pretty shy, but after about the tenth time of walking into the living room to find me buck naked beating my meat on the couch he just gave up." Everyone cracked up at that image. "So now we just whip it out whenever we want. It's real chill, and most of the time the other guy will join in. Always more fun to have a bate buddy, right?" Erik nodded to confirm and we all laughed again. Don't get me wrong - I loved when my Dad was there. Loved being in the showers with him, his hairy body, my soon to be hair body, my big nuts, his truly ridiculous nuts, both of us naked and completely chill. But I don't think Paul, Erik, and Jay would have been talking so openly if he was around. I liked the camaraderie of being there with my Dad, my Dad's son; but I also liked this feeling of being my own man. And apparently my Dad enjoyed his time without me too - shooting gigantic loads all over the shower room! I don't think Zach or I washed our dicks or balls at all out of fear that it would push us over the edge. As conversation shifted and we finished showering, our cocks did calm down a bit. By the time we were toweled off and getting dressed, my nuts were feeling really sore again. I guess Zach was in the same boat, because he said "damnnn my balls are so blue" half under his breath as we got in Paul's truck. We got back to their house, and Zach and I basically ran to his room. I could hear Paul hollering "have fun boys!" as we rushed away. We quickly stripped naked and flopped down on the couch/bed, our dicks rapidly rising. "Finally!" Zach explained. We both started stroking our cocks. I got close really quick, so I slowed down. Something told me to try and hold off. Zach was stroking a little slower. We were both watching ourselves and each other. Zach's dick was getting wet at the end. "Are you cumming?" I asked. "No man. What? Ohhhh...that's just precum, bro. You don't have any yet?" I shook my head. "It's cool. I just started getting some in the fall. Josh gets a lot more, and my Dad gets a shit ton." "What is it?" I a little embarrassed by my ignorance, but I wanted to know and I knew Zach would be cool about it. "It's like goo that oozes out of your dick before you cum. Or whenever you're turned on. Josh and Dad will sometimes leak so much they'll get a wet spot through their pants. It's cool though - its super slippery so it feels great. I wish I made more though," Zach said. "You getting close buddy?" "Yeah," I said breathless, "been close haha." "You ready then?" "Yeah let's do it." "Yeah." And with that we both blasted ropes up into the air. Most of them fell on ourselves, but I shot two more ropes after Zach had stopped, and the last one landed just above his belly button. As our orgasms faded, we laughed and I apologized. "Hey, no worries, bro, just a little friendly fire," Zach said. We sat there a little while longer while our breathing slowed down and we stopped sweating. "Well we should probably clean up, huh?" Zach said. "What do you usually use for a jizzrag?" I'd never heard it called that, but I played it cool. "Usually kleenex or my underwear," I said. For some reason, I didn't think I should tell him most of my jizz got soaked up by my hockey equipment, which was sitting in my bag on the other side of the room. "Yeah same," Zach replied, "or sometimes I cum right into my jock or cup. I know Josh used to cum in it, so I figure I gotta blow more loads in it than he did for it to really be mine." That made me think of my Dad's massive load that I had found in his jock. I guess this is a think athletes do...or at least hockey guys. "Nice," I said, "although it's hard to scoop it up once it's been shot." I was loving how openly we were talking about jizz and jerking off. Now that we had crossed this line of male bonding it seemed like we were best friends who could talk about anything. Zach got up and fished his towel out of his gear bag, wiped the cum off his body, and handed it to me. I did the same. Zach announced he had to piss again and walked out of his bedroom bareass naked, softening cock leading the way. I was suddenly thirsty as hell, so I headed for the kitchen. I thought about putting my tighty whities back on, but I didn't really see the point. I had spent plenty of time naked with Zach and Paul already. When I got to the kitchen, I was greeted with the sight of Paul's exposed furry asscrack as he bent over to get a beer out of the back of the fridge. He stood up with it in his hand and saw me, completely naked, sweaty, with a wet, still half hard cock. "Feel better?" I guess he knew what he been up to. I nodded. "I bet. You boys looked like you were about to burst back in the showers." He shut the fridge and turned to face me, and I saw that his own manmeat was looking ready to burst. He must have watched me look down and seen my eyes widen. "I was thinking along the same lines as you guys I guess," he laughed. "And I told you - eight solid inches here." As I watched, a glob of what I now knew to be precum started stretching off the end of his huge dong toward the floor. I was mesmerized watching it drip and sway. Paul followed my gaze, looped the rope of it around his finger, and then popped that finger in his mouth. "Can't waste any of it, right sport? Tastes too good, right?" I just stared blankly at him, not believing what had just happened. "Wait, you never tried your own?" "I don't make any," I said sadly. For as grown up and manly as I felt sometimes, this really hurt. "I didn't even know what it was until Zach told me about it a few minutes ago." "Oh damn, sorry sport," Paul said with genuine sorrow and concern. Guess that makes sense though, Charlie might shoot the biggest loads, but he doesn't make much precum. That's kind of my claim to fame. Seems like I passed it on to my boys. And I been eating it as long as I been making it, haha. I think I passed that on, too. I've always thought that maybe eating so much of it is what keeps me making so much of it, haha." I didn't know what to say, so I just watched another gob of it form at the end of his throbbing cock. "Hey bud," he said, gather up the next gob on his finger, "You wanna try it?" I hesitated. "I swear, tastes great. It'll put hair on your chest and get you started making your own. Used to give my own boys a taste before they started making their own." I stepped forward and Paul held his hand out. I sucked his finger into my mouth and tasted the best musky tangy manly flavor I'd ever tasted. My dick went rigid all over again. "Haha, guess you like it, huh sport? Told you it tastes good." Before I could ask for more, Zach walked into the kitchen, still naked. "Nice Dad - boner and a beer. Can we get some beers to go with ours?" Zach asked with a twinkle in his eye. "hehe, not quite yet, guys. Maybe in another year or two," Paul said. "You'll have to be satisfied with your boners for now. And we got a couple of pieces of pizza left in there if you want em. I'm hittin' the sack soon, boys, see you in the morning." Paul took his beer to his bedroom. "Isn't my Dad's dick awesome?" Zach asked. Paul was out of the room, but probably not out of earshot. "Yeah man, that's some serious man meat. Can't wait to have something like that swinging between my legs," I said. I loved how open Zach was in his admiration for his Dad's cock, and I was more than a little jealous that they got to see each other naked and hard around the house. "Me neither. I'm glad you're here - when its just me and Dad and Josh, I feel so left out with their big dongs haha." "Well I feel left out with how much you guys leak, so I know what you mean," I said. "Dad says the more you eat the more you make...so I usually scoop some of mine up and eat it. Josh says the same is true for spunk too - he usually eats his." "Damn, really? Never tried that..." I said in awe. "Yeah, he swears by it. I dunno if Dad does or not. Wanna go again and give it a try?" I wasn't sure if he meant try his precum, our own jizz, or each others, but after tasting Paul's, I was ready for all of it. We headed back to Zach's room, sat down side by side, and got to work. It wasn't long before Zach had a nice glob of precum building up. "Rocky, you wanna try it?" I had barely stammered out, "uh...sure.." before Zach had gotten up on one knee and drizzled his precum into my hand. I licked it up. It tasted great, just like Paul's. "Damn that tastes pretty good," I said with a smile. "Hope it works and I start making some real soon haha." "Yeah it does. But it feels great too...I wish I made as much as my Dad. He's always got plenty to eat and plenty to use for lube. Here, try that too," Zach dripped the next glob right onto the head of my cock. It felt amazing as I stroked my buddy's precum all over my cock. "Damn dude that does feel amazing!" I exclaimed. "Told you, bro. You getting close?" I nodded. "Me too." The extra slickness of Zach;s precum, combined with the taste of it in my mouth and the memory of his Dad's, put me over the edge real quick. I again shot several squirts onto myself, and a bit of splatter onto Zach. I guess Zach was into that, because he exploded almost immediately. He was still half standing over me, so most of his load ended up on my chest and stomach. Some even landed in my pubes and on my cock. "Shit man, sorry," Zach panted, though he didn't really seem sorry. "Guess we're even now for earlier haha." I was pretty covered in his spunk, so I think he was a bit ahead, but I didn't mind. "Ready?" Zach said as he raised his cum-covered hand to his lips. "Yeah man, let's do it," I said as we both sucked globs of our spunk. "huh...that doesn't taste as good..." "No it doesn't. Josh says it's like beer - bad at first, but you develop a taste for it," Zach said as we continued eating it off our hands. He scooped some off my chest as well. "Huh...that tasted different. Maybe that was yours haha," Zach chuckled. "Oh damn, really?" I asked. "Yeah, I think all guys taste a little different, Josh's tastes a little different than mine." "You guys have tried each others?" I was once again surprised. "Sure, why not? It's good for you, high in protein and testosterone. More testosterone means a bigger cock, bigger balls, more hair, and more cum yourself. So yeah, when Josh is home, if we jerk off together I usually eat all mine and as much of his as he'll let me have." "He doesn't eat any of yours?" "No...Since I'm younger, mine doesn't have as much testosterone, so he only eats his. And the one time we found my Dad's load in his jock. We both had some of that - that's high power stuff." "I found a load in my Dad's jock one night too! I didn't eat any though...didn't know you could," I said, feeling a little disappointed that I had wasted that opportunity. "Well judging from the boner my Dad was sporting earlier, he's probably rubbing one out right now. All we gotta do is wait for him to go to the bathroom - he always needs to take a leak after he nuts - and then swipe his jock." Zach paused to listen. "I think that was his door opening - here - you go stall him in the bathroom, and I'll grab the jock." We hopped up and I headed for the bathroom. As I stepped up to the john, I heard Paul set his empty beer down on the kitchen counter, and then his footsteps coming closer. "Hey buddy, we meet again," Paul said as he stepped into the light of the bathroom. His dick was softening, but the head was slick with cum, and a couple gobs of cum were clearly visible in his awesome body hair. If my dick hadn't been totally exhausted, I would have thrown another boner. Paul casually rubbed his fur and encountered one of the spots of dried jizz. "Damn, guess I missed some, haha" he laughed as he picked it out. "I should probably shower, but....nah. Oh, looks like you missed some too, Rock," he said as he scooped up a big gob from right under my left pec. "Actually, you missed a lot." In the rush, Zach and I hadn't had time to finish cleaning up. "Guess you do take after your pops. Or is some of this Zach's?" "It's both of ours," I mumbled, not sure if he was going to be angry. As we were chatting, Zach had snuck by to his father's room. "Hmmm... guess I gotta have a talk with him about cleaning up after himself. I thought Josh did, but I guess he didn't get it. Should never let any of that man protein go to waste," Paul said as he sucked all the teen spunk he had gathered off his finger. "But especially for growing boys like you." He gathered up another blob of it and held it up to my mouth. I sucked his finger clean. "Attaboy. That'll put some hair on your chest, and make your dick grow too." Paul had stepped closer to me and his big fat dong next to my teen cock made me more than a little jealous. I could smell his musky scent too, coming off his pits and crotch. His leg hair was brushing against me. I just wanted to stand there and breathe in his pheromones all day. "Well bud, we gonna just stand here with our dicks in our hands, or take a piss? Something about blowing a load always makes me have to piss after." I couldn't pull my eyes of his hefty thick meat. It pointed right down into the bowl just from its sheer weight; I always had to use my hand to push my dick down and make my stream hit the bowl. "Huh, yeah...I never realized that," I mumbled as I gave my nuts a little rub and got my stream going. Paul did the same, hands free. He yawned and stretched a bit, raising both hands up behind his head. I was hit with another big waft of his pit musk. At the same time, his dick started to lift a little and his stream was headed for the floor. "Whoa buddy, grab my joystick, will ya?" Paul said. With my right hand on my own dick, I grabbed Paul's much thicker and longer tool and aimed it back down into the bowl. It felt amazing in my hand - so thick and heavy. As my own stream finished, I kept holding Paul. He had finished stretching and yawning, and was just standing there with his hands behind his head, his cock in my hand, and a smug smirk on his face. I think he knew that I was loving every second of it. He had stimulated every sense - the sight of him, the sound of his powerful piss stream hitting the water, the smell of his musk, they taste of our combined spunk in my mouth, and the feel of his firehose in my hand. He finished and said, "Shake it off for me?" I did, and loved the spongy firmness of his sausage. Paul brought his hands down and gave me a gentle pat on the ass with his right hand, while smacking my smaller cock with his much heftier cock. "Thanks, sport," he said as he turned and walked away. I had been too distracted to see if Zach had made it back to his room with the cup, but he had. Pauls load in his jock looked almost as big as my Dad's. Zach and I each took turns dipping a finger in and licking it off, excited about how thick it was, and getting as much of that man protein into our bodies as we could. I wanted my own dick to feel as fat and heavy in my hand as Paul's had. We both woke up with raging morning boners, so we had no choice but to beat off together a third time. As we ate our loads, we heard Paul's door open and close again. "Hey, go brush your teeth and distract my Dad while I sneak his jock back into his room," Zach suggested. So I finished my first breakfast of the day, dug out my toothbrush, and headed for the bathroom, still bareass naked. I was really enjoying the freedom of being totally naked all the time, and wished I could do this at my own house. There was Paul, also naked, on the john for his morning dump. A sight I'd really gotten used to in the last few months. "Morning, Rocky. Sleep well?" he asked. "Yessir...like a rock," I answered. "Yeah, all that jerking off takes a lot out of ya," Paul laughed. I smiled as I started brushing my teeth. I made sure to block the open doorway with my body so Paul wouldn't see Zach return his jock that we had thoroughly cleaned the night before. Paul kept chatting away while I had my mouth full of toothpaste. "Yeah, it seems like you're fitting right in here buddy. Kinda nice to have just guys around, huh? I figured if you were fine in the locker room with the whole team, you'd handle our lifestyle pretty well too. I think most guys would choose to live like this if they could - not much clothes, swinging dicks, jacking off whenever they feel like it, no secrets, no shame. You dig it, right?" I nodded vigorously - I fuckin loved it. "Your mom ever go out of town for a weekend and let you and Charlie have the house to yourselves?" I nodded again- she went to one or two conferences for work every year. "Nice. Well I bet your Dad would love to live like this too, even for just a weekend here and there." That definitely got me thinking. I saw Zach heading back towards his room, so I finished up, spat, and rinsed my mouth. I liked the feeling of my floppy dick brushing against the sink, and I liked being buck naked next to Paul. I got back to Zach's room, and we had a good laugh about pulling off the heist and return of his Dad's jock. Zach had put a pair of tighty whities on, so I did the same. We heard the toilet flush, so I got up to use it next. "Oh damn, you gotta go to? Me too buddy," Zach said. "number one or number two?" "Number two man," I said as my stomach audibly rumbled. "All right, let me just take a quick piss first," Zach said. I agreed, and watched somewhat impatiently as Zach took a long piss. "Told you I had to go," he said as he shook off. "there ya go bro, all yours." I thought I was going to feel weird taking a dump at Paul and Zach's house without a door on the bathroom, but after everything I'd already seen and done with them, it was nothing. I dropped my briefs and sat down before Zach had even left the room. As I was doing my thing, Zach and Paul both stopped by in their briefs to ask me what I wanted for breakfast and what time I was getting picked up. It felt manly and liberating to hold a conversation with another guy while taking a dump. Felt like we were all members of the same fraternity of manliness. We hung out in our briefs for the rest of the morning. In fact we were all in our tighty whities watching TV when my Dad came in. Fortunately he had already dropped my mom off at home! He just laughed and said "Well Rocky, looks like you're fitting right in. I should have known!" "Haha you know how we roll over here, Charlie" Paul laughed. "I guess I should just be thankful you've got underwear on," Dad said with an eyeroll. "Aw come on now, you know we only go bare ass when the pool's open. And gimme a break, like you wouldn't live like this if you could?" Paul challenged Dad. Dad paused, and then caved. "You're right," he said with a laugh and a sigh. He turned to me. "Did you have fun?" I grinned and nodded. "Well good. Maybe next time Mom's got a conference we'll have a bit of a man weekend ourselves." I couldn't wait!